The Journey of the Dreamer

By M. D. Hodge

Dreams.
Are they just that, dreams, or can they be more?
Witness as a boy’s dreams turn to those of a man’s dreams and how to his surprise they become more.
Join him on his journey of growth not only to manhood, but in his belief in God. Join him as he tries to spread what God is telling him in his dreams.
Witness as doors you would think would be open to him are closed, and how God opens other doors for him that allow him to spread the message God has given him to those that are willing to listen.
Join the dreamer in his journeys of trials and tribulations that all must go through. Witness how he over comes sin, and disappointment.
Join the dreamer in his journey through live as he finds God and then a companion that loves and supports him within this life.
Join him in his journey through dreams that are more then they appear to be. For they are vision given to him by God.

• Language: English
• Publisher: M. D. Hodge
• Release date: Mar 29, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311619860

M. D. Hodge

M.D. Hodge is a layman Christian who has studied the Bible thoroughly. Baptized in the Assembly of God church. He believes that it is possible to be broken away from God. It is his mission to awaken those within the church who have become complacent in their faith and actions. He realizes all sin, including himself, but that we are forgiven as long as we try to ever strive forward in seeking out the Lord and what He desires from us.

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Acts 2:17

And it shall come to pass in the last days’ saith God’ I will pour of my Spirit upon all flesh: and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy’ and your young men shall see visions, and your old men shall dream dreams:

This book even though a fiction has an important difference within it. That would be: that most of the dreams are the author’s actual dreams. The most personal ones changed for privacy.

While most of the events that are not dreams are the fiction of this book.

The author’s intent is to cause people to think about where they stand in their faith with

God and His Son Jesus. For even though the author was in his twenties when he wrote this book and breamed these dreams. He believes that he is one of the old men that has dreamed dreams and to this day still does. He is just not an old man as of yet.

Simply, we are in the last days. Be they the beginning of them. The middle of them, or the end of them. No one knows the answer, but God and His Son.

Prelude

Darkness surrounds the small form of a child. The sound of a heart as it beats is all the sound it hears except for the occasional voice of a woman.

Timothy, comes a new voice to the child, a voice that is deeper in tone than that of the one he has heard before.

"Timothy, you shall be a sign of my imminent return. You will be rejected as I was, but in the end you shall be heard. Even though your voice shall be carried by another, but that other shall love you as I do.

Now rest, child. The light of day is not for you right now. It is still several months till your lungs are ready to breathe air and your eyes are fit to be in the light of day. Rest in your mother’s womb. Enjoy that which others are denied by their mothers, the warmth and comfort that can only be found within them.

THE JOURNEY BEGINS

:Missouri, Kansas City

:1960, February 14

:8:37 am

Gray clouds hide the blue sky from the people of the bustling city as they go about their business on a cold winter’s day. On the busy streets of the city anxiously a young couple drives to St. Mary’s Hospital in their 1953 Ford.

Ohhh! the woman says in pain, closing her green eyes tightly as she holds her enlarged stomach, her sweaty brown hair wilting around her face.

Hold on, Sally! We’re almost there, the blue-eyed man says as he looks at his watch to time the contractions. He runs his hand through his uncombed red hair.

Ahead of him he sees Garner, so he looks around to see if it is safe to make the turn a little faster than he normally would. He sees that it is not, and so he stops.

Ohhh! come Sally’s reaction to the pains of birth as she looks at her husband.

Hurry, Frank! she demands with urgency. Looking both ways down Garner, he decides it’s safe even though the light is still red for him. They arrive at the hospital moments later and pull up to the hospital entrance.

Frank quickly gets out of the dull green car, and runs around to help his spouse.

I wish you would have said something sooner, honey. You told me last night you didn’t feel right. She looks at him angrily, and he does not say another word as they enter the hospital admissions office.

A nurse looks up from behind a high counter-like desk in the rear corner of the large room. A few people seated in the many rows of seats look at the couple as they enter. Immediately the nurse shouts for an orderly and comes to help the young woman. She places one arm behind

Sally, and uses the other to help guide the pregnant female toward the quickly approaching wheelchair as Frank follows closely behind.

As Sally sits in the chair, the nurse grabs Frank by his arm as he begins to follow his wife. She turns him toward a regular desk next to the desk she originally came from behind and sits down behind it.

All right Mr....?

Browning.

Mr. Browning, we have some papers for you to fill out, and then I’ll show you where the waiting room is, explains the nurse as she pulls an immense stack of papers from a large drawer on the right side of the desk.

:1:43 p.m.

Nervously Frank sits on the edge of the waiting room chair. He looks, for possibly the thirtieth time, at the clock on the wall and then looks again at his watch to see if it is still running.

‘I hope everything’s all right at work.’ he thinks to himself. Sally said he was becoming a workaholic, but he felt he needed to make more money especially because of the new baby.

`I hope my boss is not too mad at me, He seemed okay when I called him and told him I would not be in today.’ he thinks, again looking at the wall clock. `I don’t want to lose this job. It might be a small one, but one of these days I’ll get out of the mail room.’ He stands, and moves at a moderate pace over to the window as he passes the thirty mostly empty chairs in the room.

Excuse me, he says to the nurse seated at the little desk on the other side of the window.

Yes? She grudgingly replies.

Could you tell me if you’ve heard anything about Sally Browning? he asks, slightly shocked by the nurses look of anger at being bothered. Then he remembers that it is possibly the hundredth time she has been questioned by him, as well as by the other fathers in the room, and so his shock eases.

No, we haven’t Mr. Browning; we’ll call you if we do, she says without even checking into the matter. He turns and goes slowly back to the far side of the small room, where he had been seated.

`One of these days I’m going to have a business of my own, and I’m going to give this child everything, but for now I’ve got to keep my mind on college, and trying to get that accounting degree, so I can move up in the company.’

:4:47 p.m.

A nurse comes up to the red-haired man as he looks at a copy of Life magazine for the tenth time.

Mr. Browning?

Yes? His head snaps up as the fatigue vanishes from him and is replaced by anxiety.

Would you come with me? she asks as she turns and begins to walk toward the door to the waiting area.

Yes, ma’am! He almost shouts as he nearly jumps from his seat, and begins to follow her.

They turn left as they enter the hallway and pass several doors before the nurse opens one of them.

Inside the room he sees his pale wife lying in the hospital bed, which is slightly raised. In her arms she holds a small child. He strides quickly into the room, but just as he passes the door, his gait slows. Almost cautiously he walks to the side of the bed as he looks into his wife’s eyes.

Tears begin to well in his eyes, blurring his vision.

Hi, honey, he says timidly.

Hi, Frank, she says, in a slightly weak voice as she reaches out with one hand and takes his.

Look at our son, she says as she takes her hand back from her spouse and moves the blanket slightly to reveal more of the small reddish face of their baby.

I want to call him Timothy, she says.

The father of the small form says, All right.

THE GLIMMER

:Utah, Salt Lake City

:1968, April 23

:10:18 am

It is a beautiful sunny day as a young, awkward boy with dark red hair, walks slowly down his neighborhood streets. He is dressed in finely ironed dark blue slacks, with a white short sleeve shirt. He looks down at the gray paperback book in his hands, and notices again the stick-drawing pictures within it. He begins to think about what he learned today in Sunday school as he looks up at the saddle of the mountains that tower over the houses on the east side of the city.

He looks at the green blanketed slopes with his hazel eyes and thinks of the man the book talked about the most. A man he has seen in several movies and in a paint-by-number painting in his own home. He thinks about that painting and wonders what He was praying about upon that rocky hill as a light shines down on Him from Heaven. In the background are the silhouettes of the other men that look a sleep, and still the boy contemplates what it all means.

`Well maybe they’ll say something about it at church next week.’ the eight year old boy says to himself as he turns the corner to his street. He once again looks at the mountains and sees Mt.

Olympus directly before him. Again he feels the joy of living in the shadow of this creation of

God and the love he feels for this city.

His pace quickens as he feels the urge to ride a board down the small irrigation ditch that runs through the back yards of all the houses on his side of the street. Water runs in the ditch only two or three times a day. So he plans in his mind to get to his friend Jimmy’s house. The two can help each other take turns riding down the concrete ditch by removing the metal plate which is used to dam up the flowing water.

:April 24

:7:04 am

It is a Monday; for Timothy it is another day at school. Belle Vista is the name of the school, which the young boy feels means `grand view,’ for that is what it is to him as he walks to school with the mountains looming above it. It is such an image that causes him to remember his dream from the night before. He recalls walking, on top of the curb on the west side of the large paved playground. He recollects slipping once and as he does so, he spies an unusual rock. In his dream he bends down to look at it more closely; and as he does so he notices the saddle of the mountains again.

He returns to reality as his mind leaves the thoughts of his dreams behind. He looks at the crossing guard as she signals him and several other children across the busy street that separates his subdivision from the school; and so the school day begins.

`This is the only thing I don’t like about this place,’ he thinks to himself, beginning to dread the long day ahead a thought that possibly every child with him has thought, but for him there is something different in the way he feels about it. It is not the schoolwork that disturbs him, but just a feeling of being out of place. Tim just cannot put his finger on the problem, but he does not look hard to find it either.

:12:28 p.m.

Recess and it has been a very uneventful day for the most part. The schoolwork has not been too hard, and Timothy’s teacher, Miss Ushio, tells the class she has a special announcement she wants to tell them at the end of the school day. He wonders if it might be a field trip to the zoo, or the planetarium, or maybe even the Mormon Tabernacle. He remembers going to the museum of the Tabernacle, but he has never been inside the church itself. He thinks about why he has never been in it as he walks along the curb of the west side of the playground.

`It must be a great place in there’ he thinks to himself. Suddenly he loses his balance, and one of his feet slips off the curb. As this happens, he sees a strange black, and shiny stone lying upon the paved surface next to the curb. He bends down and looks at it as he picks it up.

`Uhm, I wonder what this is,’ he thinks to himself, kneeling; and then he turns his head towards the mountains. He looks at the saddle of the mountain as the sun shines fully upon it and is awed by the beauty of the scene before him. He then quickly stops as he remembers his dream from the night before. Puzzled by this he sits there a moment in shock. Then the bell rings, calling him back to class. As he goes, he again looks at the mountain and tries to understand what has just taken place.

:2:01 p.m.

Class, the slender Japanese American teacher says, causing the twenty students in her class to look to her. With a large smile upon her face she begins to speak.

Class, I have an announcement to make.----------- At the end of the school year I plan to get married. ----- It will be in the Tabernacle, and I want all of you to come.

The children all respond joyously as some of the girls in the class go up to Miss Ushio and begin to talk to her.

Oh, this is great! says one girl sitting two seats to the left of Tim. She is talking to yet another girl seated in front of her.

Yes! Tim replies, so happy for his teacher that he wants to talk with someone about it. I can’t wait to go! The girl looks at him with a questioningly superior look.

What do you mean you can’t wait to go? the second girl asks arrogantly.

I can’t wait to go to the wedding, he says